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by
Ursa Dax
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June 22 - June 27, 2025
I stood still, feeling my gaze turning briefly white with astonishment. A man who would kill for his wife… And a wife who was more than willing to take the fall. Each of them ready to throw everything away for the other.
“Because I know you,” I finally said. “I’ve known you a long time, now. I know that you need her. And even more than that?” I turned and hoisted myself up into the saddle, grasping the reins. “I know that you deserve her.”
The order that had just about cleaned out every last credit to his name. The order he’d placed the very day his wife had arrived. That was the last glimpse I had of him that night. The image I carried with me all the way back. The image of Silar bending, then crouching, silently gazing upon his new little sapling of a cherry tree.
“I do not think you know,” he rasped, “or that you could ever really know, just what it all meant to me tonight. What it meant when you refused to call the warden to turn me in. When you instead asked me if I had a shovel and then just as quickly said that you would help me use it.”
My insides tightened with a trilling sort of joy when he lowered his chin to rest on the top of my head.